I have a pink scooter that jingles my bells.
Half the fun of it is that I have never been “that kind” of girl: the kind drawn to Barbie pink. So, when it became clear to my children on the shopping trip for said scooter that their mom was going to buy such a thing, the edict was clear and quickly delivered: I was NOT to buy a pink helmet.
Instead, I bought a lovely sea-foam green protective device. It’s a great combo.
Today, while scootering home for a break I was playing tag with a bicyclist. We would alternate leading until we found ourselves waiting side by side for a light to change.
He leaned over and complimented me on the way my helmet and the top I had on complimented each other. And then we were off.
Such a silly small goofy thing, but I have been grinning ever since.
So often we don’t take the time or summon the courage to speak kindness to each other; stranger or comrade. We are sparks of Holy possibility. Sometimes the sparks find air.
Today I am reminded of the power of appreciation.
I figure it is worth passing on.